fragile

I rearrange my words so carefully in a world imploding violently Like all of humanity is made of glass. Fragile. Only we can’t see through to each other’s hearts. Our lives echo words spoke long ago by Pilate, who gave the crowd a show – what is truth? He asked. So many of us do … More fragile

Tensions

I am taut. Taught. To hold everything in balance. The reality with hope, the sorrow with gladness. But some days, I’m not so sure. And I feel like a bridge suspended between strong winds, Wondering: If I drop one end, who falls? I have grown. Known. A heart that beats dichotomously Just like the world … More Tensions

On Being Present

I’m so easily swept away from the present moment— by my own running mind, by to-do lists, by the busyness of life. Soft sunrises and cricket harmonies were made for people like me— tangible reminders that pull me down to earth and ground me where I stand. God speaks through his creation, in a million … More On Being Present

Careful Dancer

I watched a leaf blow, suspended midair by celestial threads. Caught in a careless and indiscernible breeze, she danced upon invisible floors and twirled around transparent fingers, a solo act. She was breathtaking and wonderful. So unexpected, so abrupt. So delicate and delightful.